Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(63)
“I’m not fond of repeating myself babe. Now go and get changed into something that doesn’t show half your f*ckin tits and which covers a hell of a lot more leg.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. He did not just say that.
“Okay, I’ll just go and put on my tattered white dress and an animal hide shall I Fred?” I snapped.
Cade pushed his own sunglasses to his head, revealing angry eyes. “What the f*ck are you talking about Gwen?”
“Oh you know Fred Flintstone? The one that lived back in prehistoric times when all men were Neanderthal cavemen?” I bit out sarcastically, challenging Cade’s steady glare.
“I’m not finding that smart mouth funny right now Gwen. Change, now.” He sounded like he was about to lose his temper and he wasn’t the only one.
My temper had risen to epic proportions, I was surprised steam wasn’t coming out of my ears. I was physically unable to form a response for a moment, Cade was scowling at me, armed crossed in his ‘I’m a badass everyone must obey or else’ stance.
“A little thing happened in the not so distant past Cade, something called Feminism, which meant that women have the right to do a lot of things, like vote, get equal pay oh and wear whatever the f*ck they want. There is no way I am letting anyone tell me what to wear, ever Cade. And if you wanted a timid ‘Old Lady’ who would don a full length f*cking burka at your request you’ve got the wrong one.” I was breathing heavily at the end of my little speech, my glare dared Cade to argue.
Cade glared back before yanking me towards him, plastering our bodies together, his hands firmly at my ass.
“This is mine Gwen.” He exclaimed, squeezing my behind. His other hand roughly cupped my breast. “These are mine.”
I tried to pull away, very aware I was getting fondled in broad daylight. Cade’s grip was firm, I hoped none of my neighbors were watching.
My breath hitched as his hand left my breast, sliding down my body and slipped under the skirt of my dress, lightly brushing over the top of my panties.
“This is most definitely f*ckin mine.” His gravelly voice declared.
I opened my mouth to remind him that we were in public and could be scarring the young children who lived across the street, but his hand left my panties and cupped my face.
“Don’t get me wrong baby, you look f*ckin gorgeous in that dress, makes me want to rip it off you and bury myself deep inside your sweet *.” The hardness on my stomach was proof of that.
I felt my stomach dip with desire, I couldn’t help but lick my lips.
“Problem is, I know every other male that sees you looking like that will be thinking the exact same thing.” Cade continued. “Hate thinking some bastard will have his eyes on parts of my woman that should be for me only.”
I rolled my eyes. “You need to tone it down on that ownership thing Cade. No other man is going to touch me, but you. I’m going to wear what I want, you just have to deal with it.”
“Fuck, I know Gwen. I just haven’t felt so god damn protective about a woman, ever. You drive me crazy. Wear what you like, but next time make sure it is motorcycle appropriate. Ain’t letting your fashion choices affect me riding with my woman pressed up against me.”
Cade gave me a fierce kiss before opening the passenger door for me. Guess he was driving. Stupid macho man. I sighed dramatically and got in the car, deciding to pick my battles.
Chapter 11
The rest of the week passed in a blur. Cade and I spent every night together, but he was busy sorting out stuff with the rival gang, and shipments so he didn’t get in until late. He didn’t tell me much, just the bare minimum like he promised. I still had doubts in the back of my mind whether I had made the right decision, sticking with him when I knew he was breaking the law. But every night he slid into bed with me, giving me mind blowing orgasms and a connection I couldn’t yet fathom, I knew I couldn’t give it up.
I also saw Luke a couple of times, he popped into the store with coffee and lunch. He was a good man and I enjoyed his company but I had I told him firmly that I was with Cade. At this his jaw had gotten hard but he had no further comment, I hoped he got that we were only ever going to be friends. I took to trying to open his eyes to Rosie, whom he looked at more as a kid than a woman, she obviously had a major crush on him and he was too blind to see it. I did not tell Cade about seeing Luke, I didn’t want to lie to him but I also knew what his over protective reaction would be. I didn’t want that spoiling how happy we were, especially with Ian’s visit this weekend. I was seriously getting worried about my brother’s reaction to Cade. This came to a head on the night before Ian was due to arrive and Cade and I were in bed.
I was tucked into his shoulder after he had just thoroughly f*cked me. He was absentmindly stroking my back and looking up at the ceiling.
“I’ve been thinking.” I started carefully.
Cade glanced at me. “Whoa babe, that’s dangerous.”
I rolled my eyes and continued cautiously. “Maybe you should stay at your place while Ian’s here.”
Cade stopped stroking. “Ain’t no f*ckin way that’s happening Gwen.”
Damn, I knew this wasn’t going to go well.
“I just don’t think it’s a good idea, me and you sleeping together with Ian staying downstairs. Its already going to be hard for him to accept us being together, let alone you staying in my bed.”